Post by nozomi on May 23, 2011 20:06:04 GMT -5
M'onk
Name: M'onk (formerly Meronck) (he hated it)
Age: 70
Gender: Male
Prisoner: Nope
Craft/Rank: Retired Watchleader, current Overseer of Warden's Weyr
Appearance: M'onk is just what you'd expect from a man in his 70's in this sort of society: wrinkled, slightly rickety, and with a cane. He is completely bald, and will manage to dodge the question of if he shaves or not. (He does) M'onk stands a respectable 5'11" when upright with his shoulders back, and he had once been a muscular young man with wide shoulders and a thick waist. It went somewhat to nothingness and fluff about ten years back, leaving you with an older man who looks like he stepped out of the 'grandpa of the year' award shows. M'onk's skin is the color of dark chocolate and he has the eyes to match, usually twinkling to match the wide smile. He has excellent teeth! A wonderful smile!
Also, his tunics are full of pockets. M'onk loves himself some pockets, and often one can find a few odd things in there.
Personality: M'onk is just bloody cheerful. He finds great joy in life, and being alive, and enjoys laughing. He takes bad news with nary a flick of the lashes, and with that same wide smile. Unlike some distinguished persons in the Weyr, M'onk's cane is for walking purposes (and pulling, when his hands can't grip enough), but claims it's for threatening 'hooligans' - it is metal with a soft wood and leather handle. Sometimes, there are people in the world that seem too nice to be true, and M'onk may be that way. He cracks bad jokes and will usually try to offer an uplifting word or two. In his position in life, it's easier to assume that he has a mask on, and a person shouldn't trust him.
With M'onk, he tries to make that trust well-earned! He's a good hearted dude, and actually gives a flying wherrie poo about what happens on around him, while trying to be kind to everyone. Sort of, kind of, fucking hates Dusters. They get no mercy. Sorry, guys.
Remember: He founded the Dragon Watch. Take that as you will.
History: Lord Holders son, one of three boys and six girls.
Wanted to be a Harper.
Stood when 13 and 15, Impressed Mihkath at 15.
Became Harper anyway, said fuck y'all.
Married/weyrmated/whatever from 22 to 40.
Wife passed away at 40 when Duster on the street killed her for her jewelry.
Helped form the motherfuckin' Watch, finally did so at 45.
Joined, like a champ, and took that shit over until he got too old to be of much use.
Retired, chills out in his families Hold with grandkiddlets and great-neices and -nephews
Warden's got a breakout and he gets off his ass to do some real work, bringing his little granddaughter, Natai, as his assistant.
Other stuff: Temporary Overseer of Warden's Weyr. Also, yes, I will be writing out his history a bit more coherently.
Mihkath
Name: Mihkath
Color: Bronze
Age: 55
Appearance: Mihkath is a huge bronze, dark enough to be considered a brown if not for the fact that he had a shine to rival that of a Golds. He is a solid color until one reaches the stomach - it is a bright shiny copper! The rest of him is that of a rusted penny, but at least it's a very handsome penny. At least, Mihkath likes to think so.
Personality: Have you ever met one of those older Dad's that didn't realize that they were maybe supposed to stop being mentally twenty-three? Yeah? That's Mihkath, right there. He has no clue that being in his 50's means that dragons weren't supposed to think that they and Theirs could go flying high each day and that, maybe, he shouldn't Chase after that Gold or Green because it might make His throw out a hip or have a heart attack or something. Mikhath is energetic, cracking as many jokes as M'onk.
He is thrilled to be back to work, even if it's at a prison. Mikhath loved being a part of the Dragon-Watch, and being brought out of retirement has made him the happiest dragon of all time.
Mihkath still chases everything that Flies. Or, in Semith's case, Runs.